The tide reels back from the shore,
as the water reflects the setting sun.
Grab what treasure while you can.
We've been here before but will never again,
for I am not the one.

Take it all in stride,
and run your hardest til the end.
Accept the ribbon but see no trophy.
At least we can still be friends.

Grind the gears until they quit.
One last trip before we're done.
I apologize for however many tears might be shed once you realize
that I am not the one.

Go forth into the future with dry eyes and a hardened heart;
Nipping love in the bud before it ever starts.
Steering clear of everything that even remotely resembles the foundations of a building that can one day be blown apart.
Living beneath a glass ceiling reinforced with steel beams that encase you in a state of untouchable mental well-being,
with only the moon and stars to console you and the occasional confused bird to keep you company;
To rot in a graveyard of memories filled with lovers still alive but dead to you, dead like the eyes that were once so full of hope and promise. Eyes that met their demise once upon a time on a beach long since gone.

Fate is the cruelest of beliefs.
I am not the one.